Ch 10 Moving On With Life (Rachel)
It’s a little hard to say no to a man when his cock and cum are inside you. Especially when your pussy is throbbing in ecstasy. Not that I would.
“You’re so bad, Kyle. Taking advantage of having your big, thick, delicious cock in me.” I shudder as my own words send a small tremor of an orgasm through me. “I expect a very public proposal as well at a nice restaurant, but yes. Of course. I’m not spending another day of my life without you.”
He turns me to my side and lays a kiss on my lips that I gleefully reciprocate.
My hands press against his chest for a moment before slipping around him to grab him by his back. His kiss lowers to my jaw and then my neck. When he reaches my breasts, I let go of him and press the girls up for him to enjoy. Even sucking on my tits, rubbing his face in them and my light moans of encouragement, his cock doesn’t harden. I can hardly blame him.
He pulls back and then tells me the one thing I didn’t want to hear. “I’m going to pull out now, okay?”
I nod but then flash up to my elbows. “Let me clean him off. Take him out and put him in his second home.” I open my mouth wide and point at it.
He chuckles and nods. He pulls back and I hate it. I’m so fucking sensitive, but worse than feeling too much, is feeling nothing. His absence bothers me. It’s not how things are meant to be. But as a consolation, he lifts up to my face and I take his cum covered cock into my mouth.
*Oh fuck!* I remember his cum tasting good, but Oh. My. God! Was it really *this* good? It tastes just like his natural musk. It’s like bourbon without the bite. Maybe my tastes have evolved to appreciate it more. Still, I always wondered about his cum after my next two partners didn’t taste so great. James and Curtis both had decent cum, more of the standard salty, bitter cum all my girlfriends talk about. Kevin’s is like dirty trash water. I had him change his diet but it didn’t help, so now he either cums in his condom, or on my chest if I give him a blow job. He complained once about me not swallowing it anymore, I had him lick it off my chest so he could taste it. He never complained after that.
*God! What the fuck was I thinking with Kevin! I—*
Kyle pulls back, tearing me from my thoughts.
“No, give me!” I grab his hip and pull him back to take his cock into my mouth.
I’ve talked with a few other women about this, but I’ve only met one that really likes it like I do, but I love sucking limp cock. I call it gushy cock, and it feels so good to have a more malleable cock in my mouth. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long as guys obviously get hard, but after sex, when they couldn’t get hard if they had a gun to their head and the hottest woman on their dick, that’s when I get to have my fun. The only other problem is that guys are so sensitive they don’t like it, but Kyle just grunts and lets me have my way with him. We talked about it in the past when I first learned I had a fetish for it. He didn’t always like it, but he said seeing the pleasure that I got from it more than made up for any discomfort that may or may not come.
I look up to see how he’s doing and his eyes peer down at me with dark lust.
A second later and he grows in my mouth. *Oh shit.*
I pull back but it’s too late, he’s hard again. *Fuck! I can’t go for another six hours.* I half doubt he has that in him, but still. I hadn’t imagined he had the first six hours in him either.
“Shit, Kyle. I’m… I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”
He smiles but the lust doesn’t leave his eyes. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
“No! That’s not fair.” I hold on to his hips when he goes to move away. “I’m going to take care of this. I don’t want you thinking I’m not going to take care of my future husband.”
That earns me a smile and I pull his cock back into my mouth but I can tell I’m not going to get very far. There’s one thing Kyle and I never did before even though he always asked to do it. If I know him like I think I do, I bet I can get him to pop real quick.
“Do you… want to fuck my face?”
A single brow lifts in response. “Are you into that now?”
“I’ve never done it.”
Kyle’s other brow lifts to join the first.
“I’ve never trusted anyone like that.”
Realization hits his face and compassion takes over. “I… You really don’t have to, hun. It will go away in a couple minutes.”
“I want it to go away because you’re satisfied. I want to. I just need you to tell me what to do.” I give him my big pouty eyes.
“Okay. Lay at the edge of the bed and relax your head over the edge.”
I do as he says and he stands over me, his hard, throbbing cock dominating my view. I reach up and kiss his balls.
He moves the phone to point at our new position. “Tap my thigh repeatedly to stop me. If you push, I’m not stopping. A couple quick taps, that’s all, okay?” When I nod, he lowers down over me and I open my mouth to allow his wide cock in. He slides to the back of my throat and pulls back but then goes deeper until his balls touch my face. His cock feels too big for my throat but I remind myself that he felt too big for my pussy when we first started having sex all those years ago. I just need to let him mold me to that glorious cock.
After a few slower thrusts, he starts picking up speed. One hand cradles the base of my skull while the other holds my jaw in place. His hands hold me with a firm grip, but there’s a delicate way about it that tells me, despite the growing violent nature of his thrusts, he’s being very careful with me.
My hands snap out to his thighs like magnets but it doesn’t slow him at all. If anything, it makes him go faster.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Almost, babe, almost. Oh, I’m so close.”
Either he lied or had trouble pushing himself over the edge as he rails my throat for several more minutes until he finally thrusts down my throat and his balls scrunch on my face. His cum shoots down my throat, coating the damage he’d done with a warm salve. He pulls back but I grab him by his ass to keep him from pulling all the way out. I know I’m playing with fire, but I love gushy cock.
After a couple minutes, I let him go, thank God he didn’t get hard again. It’s a quarter past three and Kyle wraps me in his arms.
“So what happens now?” he asks.
“I have to go to work. I took the day off, but I have a major project due soon and the team needs me.”
“Okay, when do you go in?”
I huff out a laugh. “I usually get there at seven-thirty but I only need to be there by eight. I’m usually up by five so I don’t go into work bleary eyed.”
“Should we just stay up then?”
“I have to get home. I need a change of clothes.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m asking if we should go home and just stay awake.”
“You want…” *He’s your fucking fiancé, dumbass.* “Yes! That’s perfect! Let’s go home.”
I go into the living room to get my clothes. I think about giving him my panties like I’d originally planned. Since he’s coming home to fuck me the rest of my life, I guess I don’t need to do that. I slip them back on to lock Kyle’s seed in. I wipe the little bit that runs down my leg and suck it off my finger.
I bring Kyle his pants and shoes, he’s packing his few belongings into his suitcase. He has a different shirt on for some reason.
“Your other shirt get cum on it?” I joke.
He looks at me with his brow furrowed. “You ripped it, remember? All the buttons popping out?” He laughs and then looks at me even stranger. “You don’t remember that?”
“I… Well…” No. Obviously. What the fuck is he talking about? I remember him with his shirt on and then he had it open and I was gripping his muscle. “I was really horny and you were fucking amazing.” I hope that stroking his ego will make him forgive me.
He laughs and shakes his head. “That’s great. I wish the camera was still on for that. He hands me my phone as he takes his pants.”
“How did it record all of that? I don’t have six hours’ worth of space.”
“It’s not on your phone. I set it to record straight to your cloud. All of it’s there, four hours and twenty-four minutes.” He winks at me and tucks his shirt in before adding a waistcoat.
A four-and-a-half-hour-long movie of us fucking. That sounds pretty great, not going to lie.
“I have something even better than that, if you can imagine.”
I raise my eyebrow at that. “What else could you have for me?”
Kyle reaches into his pants and pulls a box from his pocket.
*Oh, shit.* I look at his big beautiful brown eyes and hold back the tears in my own. “You planned to ask me?”
A bashful smile crept across his face. “There was no way I was going come here to see you without being ready for it. There was no way I was going home without asking you.” He opens the box to reveal his mother’s engagement ring. “It’s just for now if you don’t like it. I didn’t have time to get a new one.”
“No, it’s wonderful, but… Your mom? She doesn’t mind?”
“She beat me up over losing you for a year after you left. I think she’d be thrilled to know you have it now.”
*She* would *be thrilled?* “Is… Is Julia…?”
He takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Mom passed a couple years ago.”
I hold my hand out for him to put the ring on while my other cups his cheek. “Thank you, Kyle. I’m so sorry to hear about your mom. I know that’s hard.”
He smiles at me and nods his head to the door. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
*Home…* It sounds so good coming from his lips.
We head down to the lobby and Kyle checks out and then we hop in my car. The drive takes half an hour and we pull into the driveway. As soon as my phone hooks up to the house wi-fi, I click print on the document I already have pulled up on my phone.
I look to Kyle and give him a smile. “It’s going to get nasty, but seriously, I want to handle this. Do not get in my way.”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “I know you can handle yourself. Just remember, you’re not by yourself.”
“Never,” I say with a smile.
Ch 11 Kevin (Kyle)
I go into the two-story house and set my bag down looking over the dark walls cast in shadows. The light coming from the kitchen spills out into the living room revealing photos of a life I missed. It hurts that I’m not going to get that time back, but at least we’re together now.
Rachel sticks her head into the kitchen and a man starts to talk but she cuts him off. “Stay here, Kevin. We need to talk but I have to get something from my office first.”
“What do you mean, stay here? I’ve been trying to call you all night.”
“Kevin. I’m going to get something from my office, and I need you right here until I come back. Stay here.”
She hustles up the hardwood stairs and disappears at the landing.
“Rachel, what’s going on? It’s four in the…morning…” His words die when he sees me standing in the living room. “Who… What are you doing in here? Rachel!”
I turn back to the pictures, feigning disinterest in the man. Any other situation, I’d be sizing him up, but I’ve already won that fight. No need to size up the defeated. I notice that Kevin only shows up in a few pictures. Most of them are just Rachel by herself, her walk-through life. At a restaurant with friends. Graduation with her parents. Skiing, hiking, sightseeing. A life already well lived.
“Hey, who are you?” Kevin asks again.
The light flicks on and he groans from the blast of illumination. I manage to keep quite but the harsh brightness causes me to blanch. I turn to let Kevin see me, but I focus a smile on Rachel.
Kevin, a short blond, looks me up and down with his brow knit in confusion. He looks to Rachel and she hands him a piece of paper. “What’s this?”
“It’s your eviction notice. You have thirty days to find a new residence.”
*Whoa! Nice.*
“Wait, what?” Kevin shouts.
“Remember when you moved in? You signed this document waiving your rights to normal statute legal. Legal stuff, code legal, subsection B. That means I don’t need a court legal. So you have thirty days to find some other place to live.”
She’s in full on contract mode and half that shit goes right over my head but I’m sure whatever she’s saying is right. Given that she was originally on course to become a lawyer, I have the strong sense that she not only doesn’t need my help, but I would probably only make things worse. I turn back to the wall of pictures.
“Wait. Just hold on. What is going on?”
“We’re breaking up, Kevin. I don’t want to be together anymore. You wanted to share me with other men. Well guess what, I have a new man, and he’s not going to share me with anyone.”
“Wait, you’re… You have to be kidding! You went to Kendra’s and you come back married?”
“Oh my God,” Rachel huffs. “It’s an engagement ring not a fucking wedding band. And I never went to Kendra’s. I took the day off to see if Kyle was open to your idea, after meeting for lunch we decided to move forward. Thank God I took him up on his offer for dinner.”
“Wait, you did an interview without me?”
“Keep up! I did a lot more than a fucking interview. I’ve been at Kyle’s hotel all night. We fucked the whole time! I literally have his cum in me right now.”
*God damn! She’s going in with the fucking big guns. Holy shit!*
It’s probably best to keep an eye on things at this point. If my ‘partner’ told me that she had another man’s cum in her, I’d probably jump the fucker if he was in the room, which, I are.
Rachel’s about to blow a gasket while Kevin’s shrinks in front of her.
His eyes dart around as if the answer to whatever questions are bouncing in his head will magically appear. “I don’t… We were going to… interviews next week… You… You’re ovulating.”
*Well, at least he got one sentence out of all that.*
“Yes, I am. With as much as he put in me, I’m going to get pregnant with his child. Not yours, Kevin. Look at me.”
His eyes flick up to her and for the first time, I realize that with her heels she’s actually taller than him.
*Oh, that’s never good unless fetishes are involved.*
“We’re done. Say it back to me.”
“We… Rachel, what has—”
“No! We are done. Say it back.”
“We… we’re done.”
“Good.” She breathes out a sigh of relief. “Listen. We’ve already had all the conversations we need to about us not working. It’s been a long time coming and we opened a door that led to this. Kyle was my first boyfriend. The night you first brought up the idea of bringing someone else in, I saw him on social media and I started talking to him.”
Kevin looks over to me with venom in his eyes.
Rachel snaps her fingers at him. “Don’t you dare blame him for this. You got your hopes up that bringing someone else in to *fuck me* would save our relationship. We were over before you brought it up. This was inevitable. I want you to go upstairs, take your stuff from the closet and move into the guest bedroom.”
“No! You can’t do that. That room is my bedroom. You can’t kick me out! I have rights.”
Rachel groans in frustration. “No, you don’t.” She points to the paper. “I told you. You signed this. Legal legal legal. More legal stuff which means that you are not a tenant and therefore do not fall under legal legal. Move your stuff, Kevin. Don’t make this harder than it is. I will call the cops if that’s what it takes.”
He stands there for a moment and then heads up the stairs like an angsty teen.
Rachel moves over to me and places her hand on my chest before kissing you. “Thank you. I really appreciate you staying out of this. I’m going to go watch him since he has access to my shit too. Stay down here. Don’t touch anything since it could be his. New York has some wild laws so, just, better safe than sorry.”
“You got it. I’ll just stand at the base of the stairs. Call out if you need me.”
She smiles and lands another kiss before bounding up the stairs.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vu2lme/15_years_later_ch_10_11_mf_mdom_fsub_cheating